The sky was litered with stars that night. They'd shown down on the Earth, bright, almost mirrored by the snow that covered the ground, completely. They provided the only light that could be seen, and I was thankful. For the Graveyard, that I was walking through, gave no lights at all. I suppose families of the inhabitants here only visited during the day.
I walked toward you, unaccompanied. And all feelings of eeriness were replaced by a terrible lonliness. And you were there in front of me. Though, it wasn't exactly you, my love, your name had been beautifully engraved upon the stone.
I knelt down beside you, knowing full well that you could not hear the words I spoke to you, as I ran my cold fingers lightly over the etchings in the stone. Tears stung my eyes, as they threatened to fall. I closed them, and for a minute or two, I thought about how happy I would once again be, if I were lying next to you, beneath the cold, hard and snowy ground.
I laid the black roses on top of you, and bid my farewell. And there was the guilt again; That I hadn't told you 'I love you' quite near enough when you were here. I wanted to take your place, but I knew it was quite impossible. You hadn't deserved this cold, but perhaps, now beneath me, you were warmer than I, standing out in the freezing weather, wearing a thin clothed jacket. I'd be back next Winter, my love.
"I love you. Always and forever"
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